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"Mm." Murong Lian responded, saying, "Mo Ming, you must be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you."
"I will be careful. There's no need to worry about my safety; I value my life the most and nothing will happen to me. I won't let that big-tailed wolf, Yang Yuan, get away."
After saying that, Mo Ming shot out like an arrow released from a bow, snatching an M16 from a police officer before the officer could react. By the time the officer realized what was happening, it was already too late.
In front of everyone's eyes, Mo Ming pulled the trigger without hesitation. The muzzle of the M16 spat fire, and gunshots rang out. At the entrance of the hall, a group of black-clad individuals who had not managed to escape were knocked down by bullets.
This scene was too sudden; no one had anticipated Mo Ming's actions. It seemed too reckless; the opponents might have bombs, and if they provoked them, it could lead to mutual destruction.
Coming back to his senses, Ji Yue shouted angrily, "Mo Ming, what are you doing? Do you know that this could endanger everyone here?"
"You police officers are really ridiculous. Just because they say they have bombs means they actually do? Hah, if we don't chase them now, they'll get away."
At this point, Mo Ming had already reached the entrance of the hall. As soon as he spotted the black-clad figures, he fired rapidly with his gun. However, Yang Yuan and the captain had already run off and were nowhere to be seen.
The police officers were momentarily stunned by Mo Ming's words. Realizing that their earlier shooting had not provoked any response from the opponents, they quickly understood they had been tricked and immediately followed after him.
Mo Ming continued his pursuit and spotted several black-clad individuals near the elevator. Hearing footsteps behind them, those individuals turned around just as Mo Ming swiftly fired several shots, hitting their chests with bullets.
With only three meters separating them, if he missed all his shots, Mo Ming would truly be undeserving of his reputation as a "Shura." However, he did not see Fu Meng's figure; the elevator had already started moving upward.
Without needing to think much, Mo Ming realized they planned to escape by helicopter. Chasing them via the elevator was futile; he could only rush up the stairs. Fortunately, the lobby was on a mid-level floor; otherwise, he would have been exhausted climbing.
Running up the stairs without hesitation, Mo Ming ascended at almost full speed.
If it were anyone else, running up two or three flights of stairs would leave them breathless. But when Mo Ming reached the rooftop, he merely gasped for air without showing any signs of fatigue.
"Damn it, life has been too comfortable; my stamina has declined a bit. Looks like I need to find time to train again," Mo Ming thought as he kicked open the rooftop door and charged outside with his gun drawn.
Yang Yuan and the captain were facing away from Mo Ming but turned around simultaneously when they heard the sound of the door being kicked open.
"Mo Ming, you really are a persistent ghost, aren't you? I wonder if I, Yang Yuan, have any grievances with you regarding my father’s death or my wife’s abduction. Why are you so intent on clinging to me?" Yang Yuan used Fu Meng as a shield against the bullets, tightening his grip around Fu Meng's neck and sneering, "If you don’t want anything to happen to him, then put down the gun."
"You have no right to negotiate with me!" Mo Ming said mockingly. "Heh, if you don’t believe me, you can try it and see whose moves are faster. I guarantee that if you dare to touch even a hair on him, I will not hesitate to take you out."
"Mo Ming... don’t mind me... you must not let them leave here... shoot..." Fu Meng seemed to muster his last bit of strength to say this, his face turning red from Yang Yuan's grip, struggling to catch his breath.
"Don’t worry, when necessary, I will shoot without hesitation..." As Mo Ming spoke, he noticed something strange in the eyes of Fu Meng and Yang Yuan, an ominous premonition suddenly arose within him, and he heard a whistling sound behind him.
Mo Ming quickly turned around just as a gleaming Machete swung towards his head. In this critical moment, there was not a trace of fear on Mo Ming's face; instead, he calmly blocked the incoming Machete with gunfire.
At the moment of blocking, Mo Ming also executed a swift kick aimed at the opponent's lower body.
"Heh, I was wondering where my good grandson went; turns out he was hiding here waiting for me," Mo Ming recognized the face of the attacker—it was none other than Liu Hu, who had been missing all night.
Having received such a heavy kick from Mo Ming, Liu Hu could hardly pay attention to him anymore. He clutched his injury and rolled on the ground in agony; he was severely hurt and might be left unable to have children for life. But what difference did it make?
Tonight, neither Yang Yuan nor the Bloodthirsty Mercenaries would be able to leave here!
Thus, those who had previously failed to leave descendants were indeed facing extinction.
Just as he finished dealing with Liu Hu, hurried footsteps approached from behind. Mo Ming quickly turned around, but a man in black had already rushed up to him and threw a punch. The speed was fast and the punch felt heavy; Mo Ming did not engage directly but quickly retreated.
From the strength displayed, it seemed to be "Iron Fist" Lingyun Tian, the captain of Bloodthirst. His punches were fierce and relentless, giving Mo Ming no chance to relax.
Fearing that Mo Ming would use his firearm, Lingyun Tian continuously attacked without giving him an opportunity. Faced with the brutal strikes of Iron Fist, Mo Ming remained composed and swiftly dodged.
"You are Mo Ming, right? Hmph, I've heard about you. I originally planned to take care of this job before dealing with you. Unfortunately for you, you've come right into my hands; I won’t hold back now—just wait for your death!"
Mo Ming shrugged it off and replied, "How strange. I’ve noticed that your people from Bloodthirsty Mercenaries love to talk about waiting for others to die or telling them they will die. Yet in the end, it’s always your side that ends up dead. That guy, Demon Bear, was your second-in-command, right?"
"You bastard! How dare you kill them!" Lingyun Tian shouted furiously.
"Why not? Since you want my life, why can't I take yours?" Mo Ming dodged Lingyun Tian's fierce iron fist while waiting for an opportunity to strike back. As soon as there was a hint of a flaw, he would launch a major counterattack.
"I don't know what ruthless tricks you used to kill the others, but against absolute strength, your schemes will have no effect. Therefore, tonight you must atone for your crimes!"
Lingyun Tian's eyes held a glimmer of ferocity, and his attacks grew even more brutal. Each punch seemed aimed at putting Mo Ming to death. Known as the "Iron Fist," his fists were as hard as steel; even someone as strong as the Demon Bear would not dare to confront him head-on.
This was a type of fist technique similar to the Iron Sand Palm, where he had practiced self-harm from a young age to toughen his fists using walls and medicinal alcohol, ultimately mastering the world-renowned Iron Fist.
"Haha, starting self-harm at such a young age just to train your insensible fists—how pathetic," Mo Ming mocked. "You're right; in the face of absolute strength, schemes indeed have no effect."
"It seems you understand my fist technique somewhat. From what you said, you want to claim you possess absolute strength, right?" Lingyun Tian laughed dismissively, continuing his assault without pause. "You talk big; I want to see what kind of strength allows you to speak so arrogantly."
"You won't be disappointed." A fighting spirit ignited in Mo Ming's eyes. Just as Lingyun Tian's fist came crashing toward him again, he dodged and immediately retaliated with a punch aimed at Lingyun Tian.
That speed was even swifter than Lingyun Tian's punches. Perhaps due to Mo Ming's continuous evasions, Lingyun Tian had become overly careless and failed to dodge Mo Ming's strike.
"Damn it."
Taking a solid hit from Mo Ming, Lingyun Tian realized that this young man's fists were indeed hard and his attack speed was quick. He felt a sharp pain in his head.
It wasn't that he feared Mo Ming; it was just that under the current circumstances, there was no time for Lingyun Tian to waste. He believed that it wouldn't be long before the pursuers arrived, making escape difficult.
"Let me guess what you're thinking right now, Lingyun Tian." Mo Ming teased during their confrontation. "You must feel frustrated that you can't deal with me quickly while the pursuers are closing in. You're wondering how to escape, right?"
All correct!
Lingyun Tian's expression turned somewhat awkward—not because he was surprised by Mo Ming's accurate guess but because of the name he had used: Lingyun Tian! This was a name known by very few people; even many in the Bloodthirsty Mercenaries might not know it.
But now, wearing a hood, he had been called by name by Mo Ming, leaving him astonished. "Who exactly are you? Your skills are not something an ordinary person could possess, and anyone who knows my name must be from the underground world."
"Do you still have time to worry about these things?" Mo Ming sneered coldly as he moved closer to Lingyun Tian in an unusual manner, skillfully dodging the iron fist aimed at his face and delivering an uppercut.
Lingyun Tian was not an easy opponent. Just as Mo Ming dodged a punch from him, he quickly retreated.
"Who is this kid? His skills have reached such a terrifying level, it's like he can do whatever he wants." Lingyun Tian's head was spinning; the strength that Mo Ming displayed was enough to make him cautious.
Mo Ming, however, would not give Lingyun Tian a chance to relax. As Lingyun Tian retreated, Mo Ming dashed forward with a sudden burst of speed, launching a flurry of punches and kicks that were so fast they seemed to leave afterimages in the air.
"How is this possible? Who is this guy? How can he possess such terrifying strength? My brother is the invincible 'Iron Fist,' how can he be pressured like this?"
Yang Yuan watched as Lingyun Tian gradually fell into a passive state. Memories of his previous investigation into Mo Ming flashed through his mind—there was a blank space in his life before the age of nineteen! Given his own childhood training, he could only guess that Mo Ming had secretly trained somewhere.
Otherwise, how could this younger boy clearly outmatch him in skill and tactics?
At that moment, a loud commotion erupted in the sky, sounding like a lawnmower or the buzzing of an enormous fly flapping its wings; it was the sound of a helicopter.
Mo Ming had no time to pay attention to anything else; he was fully focused on battling Lingyun Tian. In a duel between experts, no matter how strong you are, if you show even the slightest flaw, it could lead to a fatal blow.
"Big Brother, don't mind him! Let's get on the helicopter quickly!"
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